My Aunt. Chapter 19. - Sex Stories

My Aunt. Chapter 19.

The door from the kitchen opened and Bethany put her head around the edge. “Oh, oi'm sorry Mistress, oi 'eard voices. Oi din't know it were you.” She caught sight of the dishevelled form of Charlie Manston sitting at the table and she straightened up in sheer panic. "Whoi's 'e 'ere?" she asked, her voice shaky. I went quickly to her side, put my arm around her and told her not to be afraid. "Sergeant Morgan will be here soon and we will hear what he has to say." I squeezed her shoulders. "Don't worry, Bethany. I do not think he is the one we need to find." Her eyes narrowed to slits and her forehead creased into a frown. “Oi see.” she replied slowly, “Oi'll be in the kitchen if you need me, Miss.” “All right, Bethany,” I said gently. “Don't worry, we will get to the bottom of this.” She gazed at me for a moment then smiled. “All roight, Miss.” She nodded, then turned back and closed the door behind her as she returned to her chores. Almost another hour passed before Melissa opened the opposite door. "Sergeant Morgan and a constable, Ma'am." The Sergeant walked quickly past Melissa and took the chair proffered to him. "I got here as soon as I could, Lady Helen. I understand that we need to talk before I remove the suspect." The Constable remained standing beside the door, his hands clasped behind his back. "I told 'em, Officer, I din't do it!" Manston cut in. "All right, Son, so I believe." Sergeant Morgan sat down. "So why should I believe you ?" Charlie Manston repeated ...

... all the things he had told us and Doctor Harris confirmed his diagnosis of the hand injury. "Well, now, all very interesting, my lad. So when did you last see the victim then?" "Yesterday mornin', before I got the car ready." "Before you took Sir Michael and the ladies into Ipswich?" "Yeah, that's right," he confirmed "She was going to meet me after dinner, once I 'ad cleaned the car and put it in the garage, but she never showed... I suppose I know why now, then, don't I." He hung his head, then suddenly sat up straight. "We need to find who did this to 'er." The anger was clear in his voice. "She were everything to me. I know it don't look like it an' I din't treat her right, but whoever did this won't get away with it if I 'ave anythin' t' do with it!" The constable who, until then, had remained silent in the background, took a step towards him, but his superior stopped him with a wave of his hand. "All right now, Son, we will. Let's keep calm and see if we can't get to the bottom of this." Manston nodded and visibly relaxed. Sargeant Morgan looked at his notes. "Lady Helen," he said after a moments thought, "Would it be possible to have the maid who found the victim come and join us? I would like to ask her a few questions." I immediately arose from my own seat. "I will get her," I said, walking towards the kitchen door. "Now then, Young Lady," The Policeman began, once Bethany was seated beside me. "You found the deceased at..." he opened his pocket book and scanned the ...